Monday, September 7, 2009

Id Rules, Ego Drools

Just got back from Vegas, and it was so much fun I have about 5 pictures to show for the entire time I was there. That about says it all, doesn't it?

Thursday, August 27, 2009

With the day I've had...

I could sure use a scotch. A butterscotch cookie, that is. The weather in Chicago has been woefully bad: gray, rainy and unseasonably cool. Because of this, I feel completely justified in turning on the oven to bake. The camera doesn't do the sugar & salt crusted coat of these cookies justice. I am not one to eat cookies for breakfast, but this morning I woke up to drizzle, so the decision was really made for me.


Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

I'd like to think this to be true, especially since I've been gone for quite some time. I spent my summer blogging for work - you can check that blog out here - reading a mountainous selection of Teen/YA novels for class, and just generally trying to stay out of trouble.

I fainted in the bathroom, which earned me a major black eye and a little vacation in the hospital (I'm fine, everyone!), and I baked some tasty treats, like Gourmet's Raspberry Buttermilk Cake (which I made with mixed berries instead) and Red Velvet Cupcakes.


Black Eye


Cake


Red Velvets


So here I am, armed with a freshly minted Master's Degree in Library and Information Science, a new found appreciation for my physical health, and a recipe for Salty-Sweet Butter Pecan Cookies that I cannot wait to try out. Now let's try to make this a more regular thing!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Summer Sundays

The best thing about a summer Sunday is that you can walk around with your best friend until you get hungry, go get another friend and drink margaritas & eat fajitas on a patio until you're stuffed, then go walk to a park where you can slip into a food coma on a park bench together, sometimes chatting, sometimes just staring at the other people who all appear to be doing the same thing (except for that group of unsavory characters huddled around a chess game in the shade, who knows what they're doing?). And as if that weren't enough, you can spend your evening on the porch, shooting the breeze in short sleeves & bare feet while drinking gin & Italian soda cocktails out of plastic cups while you wait for the charcoal to heat up.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Spanish Holiday

What was my 2 week vacation in Spain and the Mediterranean like? In a word, glorious. In 2 more words, delicious & sunny. See for yourself.








Tuesday, May 12, 2009

A Little Help from my Friends

I wish you could see the dashboard page for this blog. Actually, I take that back. I'm glad that you cannot see it, because I would be mortified if you knew how many half-baked ideas were languishing there waiting to see if I validate them with a swift strike to the "publish" button or send them into oblivion to be read by none by hitting "delete" - notice I say nothing about that which is painfully obvious, that those I publish may never be read either.

But I have to put something here. I mean, that is the point of this whole thing. I am a fan of lists. My desk is always littered with a half-dozen of them on a variety of topics: there is your usual shopping list, but along with that one there might be a list of recipes I'm wanting to try, and maybe a "things I need" list (these are usually amusing as they can include things like "staples" and "summer dresses"). These lists keep me in line, and I'm the sort of person who very much needs to be kept in line as I am quite easily distracted by anything I find to be even remotely interesting, and I am interested in many things. A friend of mine said that he does much of his best learning through such distractions, and I like the think that I do, too. But back to my lists.

There is also always a to-do list, and "update blog" is always on it. So I'm taking care of that list with another one, inspired by Molly Wizenberg's latest post on her fantastic blog, Orangette. It appeals to both my love of lists, list-making, and my love of food, which is flagging a bit these days. Perhaps I've just overstimulated my taste buds, but my palate is suffering from a case of ennui so intense that it is beginning to remind me of a cast of characters from a French new wave film. Nothing is really appealing to me these days, and I just have little interest in what I put in my mouth. I'm hoping this list helps.

Crap I Like to Eat (idea borrowed from Orangette)

- pumpernickel toast with butter & sour cherry preserves
- banh mi sandwiches
- scrambled eggs with bacon, cheddar & apple slices on sesame bagel
- 2% Fage Greek yogurt with honey & blackberries
- tamago sushi
- cold apples
- chickpea salad with quinoa
- peanut butter or Red Leicester on stoneground wheat crackers
- Hitachino Pale Ale with wasabi Belgian frites

(I think it worked. I'm hungry now.)

Friday, May 8, 2009

The Perfect Friday

I don't know about you, but Friday does not always spell "fun day" for me. I don't have a conventional 9 to 5, so I spend about half of the Saturdays in any given month working. On such weeks, I almost dread Friday, not because I don't like my job, but because I don't like having plans. Period. I'm very much a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl, and knowing that I have something that I just. absolutely. must. do. tends to fill me with dread. Maybe this is because I like to fancy myself a bit of a romantic, but if I had to choose between something wonderful and expected or something wonderful and unexpected, I would have to go with the latter. That said, I also like routine. I wake up, without the help of an alarm, rooster, or any other noisemaker, at the same tim every single day, give or take 20 minutes. I eat a variation of the same thing for breakfast, and I run between 20-25 miles a week without fail. What I'm getting at is that I'm maybe a little difficult ("complex" would be a nicer way of saying it...). I want to be surprised, but only if it is part of my schedule. So a good day is really a balance of the two, and today was one of them: a perfect mix of the ordinary and the exceptional.

I managed to get coffee on my way to work this morning, and it was a great day - the kind where you think, I cannot believe I actually get paid to do this! I love this! Do they know how much I love this, because if they did surely they wouldn't pay me for it. Then, I had an extraordinarily good time with Yvonne and Jessica at Handlebar, one of our usual haunts. I ordered the vegetarian gyros plate off the specials menu and was pleasantly surprised. Then Jessica and I walked down to my favorite used bookstore, where I found not one, but two of Ruth Reichl's books and an old Edna Lewis tome that I've been hunting for for some time now. After parting I wandered back down North Avenue - the same stretch that I find myself navigating all too often - but the uncommonly pleasant weather made it, well, pleasurable. And I found my way home to make these cookies. It seems like everyone has been talking about them, and so I won't say anything more about them except that the 36 hours I must wait to bake them will surely be among the longest in my life, which is fine by me. If today was any indication, this is going to be a weekend worth savoring.